Chapter 622 San value crisis
For Azadas, the guardian of the Titans who has been bored in Uldaman for countless years, it is rare to co out to do so activities. Charlemagne can only use the psychology of being tolerant of ntal retardation to let him make a fuss.
"Azadas, we have agreed, there should be a lizard man who needs to be killed down there, and then you don't have to be impulsive and just swing the hamr up, leave it to , I'm afraid you will continue to do it We will really be buried here..."
Charlemagne looked at the hall that had been completely changed in front of him, and he could only make three chapters with Azadas under the lingering fear.
His violent battle just now caused shocks in the entire underground hall of self-cultivation, and now the dust is still falling from his head...
Having smashed the will of darkness, coupled with the previous battle with the Mogu queens, Azadas was basically satisfied. With a smile on his face, he retracted the Hamr of Kazgros to his waist, and consciously pulled it up again. Three dead bodies.
"Okay, then leave it to you, if you can't solve it, I'll take another shot!"
Charlemagne and Eragon next to him looked at each other, sighed softly, and at the sa ti Eragon asked softly in Yulong's voice, "Has Master Azadas been like this from the beginning? There seems to be a big difference in my impression."
In the eyes of these titan creations, the titan guardians who are their creators will definitely have a more majestic and upright image, but after actual contact, Eragon feels that his three views have been greatly impacted.
"Be considerate of him, he was forced to live in Uldaman for tens of thousands of years by Loken and Yogg-Saron like chasing dogs. It's not bad that he isn't crazy."
Thinking of Azadas who was delirious in the original history, Charlemagne felt that it was normal for him to just take the opportunity to vent his grievances now.
On the way down, dark red is still the main color, and that strange liquid seems to be flowing in the entire hall of self-cultivation.
Charlemagne endured nausea before touching it a little bit. This liquid is not the blood of intelligent creatures, but a colloid with unknown composition.
While heading all the way to the hatching pit of the lizardman below, the two saw a large number of red slis crawling unconsciously, which seed to be ford by the condensation of this unknown colloid.
When the two arrived in front of a hall below through the spiral staircase, Charlemagne asked Azadas to stop temporarily with the three corpses, and handed over the kitten, Mr. Bigworth, to Eragon's care, and walked carefully. into the circular platform below.
There are glass tanks similar to the previous hall around this hall, but they are larger in size, and at the sa ti, they are also filled with the kind of red colloid that makes people subconsciously resist.
The entire hall was covered with critters of different sizes. This scene should drive so people with trypophobia crazy, but a humanoid creature among a large group of critters imdiately attracted Charlemagne's attention.
‘Primotheus…’
This humanoid creature judged by Charlemagne to be Primordius looked very disgusting, with bright red sores all over his body, especially the blood-red bulge from his chest to his chin, which reminded him of The screaming monster from a certain generation of Resident Evil.
Although the form has been greatly distorted and mutated, it can still be judged from the appearance that this humanoid creature should be mutated from a lizard man.
When Charlemagne stepped into the central platform, Primordius imdiately noticed him as an intruder, with surprise in his eyes, and a gloomy laugh from his mouth.
"Hmph... how many years have passed, I never thought there would be people here."
Imdiately, he showed a crazy and ferocious expression, and opened his claws in an obvious attacking posture, "Since you are here, stay with , and I will make you just like !"
"Brake!"
Following a strange cry, Primordius' well-developed muscles exploded with powerful propulsion, and he pounced on Charlemagne from a height of about two ters at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.
Frowning and looking at the disgusting thick sore on the opponent's body, Charlemagne didn't even intend to touch him with a weapon. He poured his true energy into his whole body, hit a powerful tiger palm with his right hand, and shouted "Get out!"
"Snapped!"
The tiger palm wrapped in green qi hit Primordius on the right chest, the huge red pustules and the weird feel of his hands made him instinctively disgusted.
'Damn it, it's a good thing I didn't co into contact with him directly, this guy himself is a disgusting biochemical weapon! '
Primordius turned his body slightly when he was hit in the air, and Charlemagne's attack power was removed by him by more than half, and then he turned upside down in midair with the help of this force, and landed firmly on the ground.
Primordius let out a strange laugh after landing, "Hey hee hee! Interesting! It's still a tough piece of at, children, give it to !"
Following his order, all the red slis that were wandering aimlessly in the hall all squird towards Charlemagne.
Charlemagne shook his head helplessly, and removed the Blue Dragon's Throat from behind. "I really don't want to et this kind of opponent in the future. I feel that my San value is constantly declining..."
"Arcane Singularity!"
The tried-and-tested spell sucked most of the slis in the circular platform. Although the surrounding huge containers were still producing small softies, they couldn't have any effect on Charlemagne in a short ti.
Primotius didn't expect his subordinates to be cleaned up so easily, even if he hadn't jumped out with his nimble movents when he saw the situation was not good just now, he would have been sucked into the foreign body with his weight. space.
Charlemagne squatted down slightly, stretched his hands forward and made a monk's standard offensive and defensive gesture. He took a deep breath, and his previously agitated heart gradually cald down.
His sharp eyes turned back and forth on Primordius' body. From his body structure and action pattern, he should be of the type with flexible movents but low defense. Just be careful of the weird mutant toxins on his body... If you find an opportunity, you can defeat the enemy with one blow! '
"Wind, fire, thunder and lightning!"
Under the surprised gaze of Azadas from the rear, Charlemagne split into three elental clones again, and ordered the spirit of earth and fire to keep up with Primotheus's speed and entangle him.
Wind Spirit, who was directly controlled by Charlemagne, launched an assault directly on Primordius at an extrely fast speed, and the two agile opponents started the attack quickly.
Sure enough, apart from his flexible movents, this guy is covered in poison all over his body. Fortunately, the damage to the elental avatar will not be fed back to the main body, otherwise it would not be a good experience to be sprayed with poison by him.
Primotheus is probably the first ti to face this kind of avatar trick similar to the one-gas transformation of the three cleans, and he seems a little flustered to deal with the onslaught of the spirit of earth and the spirit of fire.
He only broke out part of the thick sores on his body, and the highly poisonous liquid was sprayed on the two elent clones, which of course did not cause any damage.
While Primordius was astonished at the ineffectiveness of his ultimate move, Charlemagne's clone of the Wind Spirit flashed in his eyes, forming a triangle with the Spirit of Earth and Spirit of Fire to completely surround Primordius .
"Thunderbolt!"
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